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Martinez Dec 28. 1898 My dear Prof Sargent I'm glad you're miserable about not going to Mexico, for it shows that your
heartwood is still honest loving towards the grand trees down there, though football games and Connecticut turkey momentarily
got the better of you. The grand Taxodiums were object enough for the trip, I came pretty near making it alone, would certainly
have done it had I not felt childishly lonesome woe-begone after you left me. No wonder I looked like an inland coot to friend
Mellichamp. But what would that sharp observer have said to the Canby huckleberry party gyrating lost in the Delaware woods,
splashing along the edge of the marshy bay froggin and crabbin with devout scientific solemnity Mellichamp I liked ever so
much, blessed old Mohr more than ever